Courtney was actually pretty proud of herself. After years of overeating fruitlessly combatted by half-hearted attempts at dieting, she’d realized that her biggest enabler was also her biggest friend…”biggest” in more ways than one. Haley’s lackadaisical attitude towards her own expansion was certainly worrying, and she’d made numerous attempts to get though to her, but nothing stuck. Haley just didn’t have the drive to work harder than absolutely necessary, and her bottom-heavy bestie couldn’t be convinced to make an honest attempt at slimming down. In fact, she was the primary reason Courtney herself was ballooning further and further outward. She had made a commitment to shed some of her pounds, and astoundingly, over the last few weeks, she’d done just that!
Well, it was a pound…but that was a start! It was certainly better than her more recent history of gaining a few pounds per week, three if Haley was feeling extra peckish. But that was gonna change!
Courtney could feel her breasts jostle about and collide with her belly as she jogged, her chubby legs trembling as her feet hit the moving belt below her. She held on to the handlebars, knowing if she wasn’t careful, her top-heaviness could push her downward if she wasn’t careful.
She’d set the treadmill to a paltry Level “10”. Fast enough to be considered a “jog”, but not quite what could be considered a “run”. Baby steps; she’d get there eventually.
Beside her, Haley trudged along at a snail’s pace. When Level “8” had immediately proved too much for her to keep up with (she very nearly fell down onto her fat ass trying to keep up), she’d dropped it down to Level “5”. This light jogging speed quickly left Haley winded and gasping for air.
“Courtney…can’t…do…this…”
“Suck it up, Haley! *Huff* You’re barely jogging!”
“Jogging…fucking…SUCKS…”
If Courtney felt constricted by her added weight, it was nothing compared to what Haley was going through. Years of limited exertion had turned her into Jello-O, both physically and motivationally. She gripped the handlebars for dear life, her wobbling form shaking every roll on her body. Her ass jiggled violently behind her, threatening to throw her off balance. Her belly, tucked into her sweatpants, shook back and forth with each step, until her waistband was pulled out from in between her rolls and slid down under her gut. Unsheathed, her stuffed gut further weighed her down, and it proved too much to handle. She was immediately ready to give up, but Courtney decided to bail her out with an assist.
“Fine, you big baby, here.” Courtney reached over and lowered Haley’s Level down to “3”. Haley’s treadmill belt slowed down considerably, and her pace slowed as well, down to a moderate waddle.
Haley was relieved to not be jogging, but her legs still burned angrily, and her belly and ass still wobbled about enough to cause her major discomfort as she walked.
“How ‘bout…*huff*…a bit…slower…” Haley reached over to the console and lowered her Level all the way down to “1”. Her pace slowed to a crawl, barely even a normal stroll.
“Seriously, Haley? You’re barely even moving!” Courtney sighed, and stopped her own treadmill, slowly slowing her pace as the belt’s speed slowed as well. “Let’s just move on to the machines, ok?”
“S-sure, sounds good…” Haley quickly turned off her treadmill, relieved that she’d at least get to sit her fat ass down for a bit.
Courtney wasn’t the strongest girl, but she had been making slow but steady progress over the last few weeks. She was still a relative weakling, but she’d figured out the proper techniques behind all the machines. She still had difficulty with some of them, as her boobs made themselves known whenever her upper body was involved, as they constantly got in the way of her twisting or turning her chest. But she was getting better and better every day!
Unfortunately, Haley had a lot of difficulty navigating the machines. For one, they were just too damn small! Haley’s ass completely overflowed the padded seats, so she couldn’t get even close to comfortable. Even if she had somehow fit properly, she had practically zero upper body strength, so even the lowest weights gave her problems. And her technique…well, she clearly hadn’t walked into a gym for a long time, so it was no surprise that she couldn’t figure out how half the machines operated until Courtney paused her own workout regimen to help her out. Overall, there was a lot of flailing about, and not a lot of working out.
Courtney finished up her last set of ab crunches, trying to ignore just how ridiculous she looked with her tits shoved up into her face as she moved up and down. Stepping out of the machine, she looked around for Haley, and spotted her sitting on a nearby bench, fanning herself with her hand and chugging from a water bottle as she attempted to cool herself down after her excruciating workout.
“You all right, Haley? You look kinda…terrible.”
Haley finished chugging the last of the water bottle, and tossed it to the side. “Yeah, I’m completely wiped out. I love you, girl, but…I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’m doing this again…”
Courtney looked her friend over. Haley was clearly miserable, and Courtney felt a little guilty for dragging her here in the first place. But if nothing else, it just proved that Haley really did care for her! Sure, she couldn’t get enough of all things fried, and milkshakes were increasingly becoming a substitute for water these days, but she didn’t mean to pass her bad habits onto Courtney. Courtney was the one who needed to exert some self-control, and she couldn’t blame her best buddy just because she ate what she wanted.
Courtney patted Haley’s fat shoulder. “That’s ok, Haley, thanks for trying. It really does mean a lot.”
Haley smiled back, still exhausted but her mood brightened as Courtney clearly appreciated her genuine attempt to repair their friendship. “No problem, Court.”
“I’m gonna stretch for a bit before we head out, wanna join?”
“No way, Jose, I am DONE. I’m gonna head out, make my way to Big Daddy’s for a post-workout meal. Meet you there?”
Courtney paused for a second, and almost unconsciously replied, “Sure, sounds great!” As she watched Haley’s fat ass bounce up and down as she waddled away, she knew that such an outing was likely going to completely undo and progress she’d made, and then some.
But as long as she practiced moderation, she’d be fine…right?
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